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Henry Darger, Henry Darger
Who'll save the poor little girl?
Henry, Henry, oh Henry, oh
Henry, Henry, oh
Who'll tell the story of her?
Henry Darger, Henry Darger
Who'll tell it to all the world?
Henry, Henry, oh Henry, oh
Henry, Henry, oh
Who'll buy the carbon paper now?
Henry Darger, Henry Darger
Who'll trace the lines of her mouth?
Henry, Henry, oh Henry, oh
Henry, Henry, oh
Who will conquer foreign worlds
Searching for the stolen girls?
Princesses, you'll never fear
The patron saint of girls is here
Who will draw the cavalry
Risk his very own precious skin
To make our Angelinia
A free and peaceful land again?
Who'll love a poor orphan child?
Henry Darger, Henry Darger
Lost, growing savage and wild?
Henry, Henry, oh Henry, oh
Henry, Henry, oh
Henry, Henry, oh Henry, oh, Henry
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- Track 9 on Scraps of Paper
- 8 Just Not Coping
- 8 Old Friends
- 10 If Wishes Were Fishes
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Eric Bogle- The Ballad of Henry Holloway
Saturday night & the bar-room is howlin' with (A)young weekend cowboys all (D)struttin' and prowlin'
(D)Drinkin' straight bourbon and tryin' not to shiver as it (A)burns down their throat and plays (D)hell with their liver
On a (D)small stage in the bar's farthest (A)corner sits Henry Holloway playin' his (D)guitar
(D)Under the spotlight, sweat on his face (G)glistenin'. (D)singin' his heart out and (A)nobody's (D)listenin'
(G)Fire in the belly, (D)fire in the soul; (A)ambition's a fire that's (D)hard to control.
(G)Burnin' with bright dreams of (D)money & fame, (A)young Henry Holloway's (G)lost in the (D)flame.
Evylin sits by the stage, she's the only one clappin' with eyes brightly shinin', feet in time tappin'
Face full of love as she watches her man in his shirt of blue rhinestones she sewed on by hand
Sweet red lips movin' as she sings along joinin' with Henry in his every song
Although she's heard them about one million times Love is tone-deaf as well as stone blind
Now the noise in the bar's like a volcano explodin' but up on the stage young Henry's is floatin'
Eyes closed and driftin' through his favourite dream, he sings of places he's never seen
Like Nashville and Memphis, New York & L.A. You can bet even money he'll get there some day
But if he don't, he just might not care 'cause when he sings his songs, he's already there
Saturday night's turned into Sunday mornin', the bar-room is empty, the bartender's yawnin'
Home go the cowboys with their jeans and high boots; come Monday they'll put on their ties and dark suits
Back to the motel go Henry and Evylin she falls asleep with her arms wrapped around him
and dreams of motel rooms & cheap crowded bars Henry lies wide awake and dreams of the stars
"Although she's heard them one million times, love is tone deaf as well as stone blind."
What a great line